Boston College - Sub Turri Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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Seated — William J. Murphy, President. Standing. I. to r. — John A. Fahey. Vice-President; John G. O ' Keefe. Secretary: Peter J. Baleyko, Treasurer. CLASS HISTORY At long last, the collegiate train pulled into Graduation station. Here as we completed our successful journey we were greeted by our Dean, our President, and our Archbishop. Yes, it was a hard trip and many of our six hundred passengers were obliged to stop off on the way to fight a greater battle, one which made our trip possible. The first stop on that journey was Fresh- man station. We all retired to the library auditorium and attended the Mass of the Holy Ghost. We heard for the first time that after- noon the men with whom we were to be asso- ciated during our college career. Who will ever forget the pompous voice of Fr. Bonn as he urged us to join his already famous dramatic

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club, followed by the pleading, meek chirps of Fr. Feeney saying, Won ' t you please write for the Stylus? Our Freshman year — yes, the time when we were screaming for another bowl team and the prevalent cry was Give it to Mike! . . . and those A. A. dances at the Hotels Touraine and Vendome, when the Eagles celebrated their climactic victories. Then, that terrible Novem- ber 28! The scene was Fenway Park and the reaction tears. That night as we tried to over- look the sorrows of the day by dancing at the Statler, a still greater grief came to our ears. Our own Larry Kenny perished in the Cocoa- nut Grove fire. Joe Repko expressed it well in his poem Farewell Old Pal. It was in the fall of that year that we learned of the great part Alma Mater was playing in world affairs. Men like Gately, Clear, and Drum, were proving themselves true to the principles which were so deeply imbedded in them: and then Commander Shea ' s immortal letter to his son, Jackie. Be a good Catholic and you can ' t help but be a good American. Soon after this the honor roll was dedicated in the Underclassmen ' s Common Room by Fr. Murphy. During the Fall of this year, the Glee Club gave its annual concerts at Regis and Em- manuel. Little did the music lovers know at that time that Ted Marier was to leave B.C. The strains of music coming from the museum would be absent for the duration. On the day after Christmas, our first Fresh- man social was held Under the Tower. Those were the days when crowds really turned out. Soon after that came our first real feeling of awe; the semester exams were announced. In spite of all our apprehensions we managed to survive until February when Nick Flynn, then Senior Class President, presented our class its first official banner. The remainder of the Winter passed without any unusual happen- ings. They say that in the Spring a young man ' s heart turns to Love but ours were turn- ing to the Freshman Prom at the Statler and the completion of our Freshman year. Before we knew it, the train had reached Sophomore station and the number of pas- sengers was growing steadily smaller. There to greet us on the platform was Fr. Quinn holding in his hand a big black bag the con- tents of which were the Second Spring, The Brow n Derby, and of course the famous Red Book. Remember? The pre-meds met for the first time Mr. Vincent and the Fine Adjust-